AS soon as Coronamon saw Dracomon come unto the roof, he struck. "Corona Flame!", he sent a bullet of holy charge energy at Dracomon. He prepared to follow up his attack with a Corona Knuckle, positioning himself.

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Dracomon never stood a chance against that one. It landed just below his chest and pushed him back a great deal. He coughed as the dust settled, prone on the ground, trying to regain his breath. What an idiot, he screamed at himself, punishing himself for losing his rational thought. What utter foolishness!

Coronamon charged up flames inside is arms for his next attack, in the mean time sending a several kicks at Dracomon. Coronamon pretty much decided to just straight up try to beat the ever loving tar out of him as much as possible. One could guess that the cat and mouse games didn't sit with him very well, but all that matters now is the match at hand.